Amazing how lonely mental health problems are...

[hunter]

5. I got tired of "faking being a regular person."

Yes, I AM a chronically pessimistic and heavily medicated autistic spectrum hermit sort of person.

Deal with it.

Amazingly enough a few people, family mostly, and my pack of dogs, they still love me.

Like Paul Erdős my rocket scientist grandfather survived on amphetamines, past ninety years old, but I rely on more subtle, and more importantly, currently legal prescription meds.

Off my meds I'm no good to anyone, especially myself. I run until my bare feet bleed. Mostly harmless, but disturbing to others.

It took some intensive therapy to teach me to be kind to myself.

Seriously, if I die on the streets living under a pile of newspapers I've already won this game of life. And in some perverse way it's this simple knowledge that keeps me going.